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Bob Dylan - Mississippi (Version 1) | Скачать MP3 бесплатно
Mississippi (Version 1)

Mississippi (Version 1)

Bob Dylan

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Every step of the way we walk the line
Your days are numbered, so are mine
Time is piling up, we struggle and we scrape
We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape

City's just a jungle, more games to play
Trapped in the heart of it, I'm trying to get away
I was raised in the country, been working in the town
I've been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down

Got nothing for you, I had nothing before
Don't even have anything for myself anymore
Sky's full of fire and the pain is pouring down
There's nothing you can sell me, I'll see you around

All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime
Never do you justice in reason or rhyme
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi just a day too long

Devil's in the alley, mule's kickin' in the stall
Say anything you wanna, I have heard it all
I was thinking 'bout the things that Rosie said
I was dreaming I was sleeping in Rosie's bed

Walking through the leaves, and falling from the trees
I feel like a stranger here nobody sees
There're things that we never will undo
I know you're sorry, I'm sorry too

Some people will offer you their hand and some won't
Last night I knew you, tonight I don't
There is something strong to distract my mind
I'm gonna look at you until my eyes go blind

I got here following the southern star
I crossed that river just to be where you are
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long

Well, my ship's been split to splinters and it's sinking fast
I'm drowning in the poison, got no future, got no past
But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free
I've got nothing but affection for all those who've sailed with me

Everybody's moving if they ain't already there
Everybody's moving, everybody got to move somewhere
Stick with me, baby, anyhow
Things should start to get interesting right about now

My clothes are wet and they're tight on my skin
Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in
Fortune I know is waiting to be kind
So you give me your hand and say you'll be mine

Emptiness is endless, cold as the clay
You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way
There is only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long